by Erynn Brook on October 26, 2011

In 2080, the world is quite a different place. Violent solar flares in the early 21st Century triggered an unparalleled nuclear meltdown across the globe, leaving vast quantities of land desolate – and dangerous. Some of the more organized nations, Denmark among them, were able to produce the effort and resources necessary to prevent their reactors from melting down, only to have to rush to their own defence against dislocated and desperate populations seeking new homes. A brutal war, replete with every kind of atrocity, the fuel of nightmares, ensued, engulfing what habitable parts of the world that were left in implacable death. Only now, thanks to mass slaughter and the efficient and remorseless measures of a handful of generals has the war finally come to a close. Denmark has done well under the martial leadership of King Hamlet, though his sudden passing at the very height of his glory has left a nation in mourning. His brother, Claudius, with the voice of the people at his back, has stepped forth and assumed the imperial mantle and married the former King’s Queen, Gertrude. It is during this transition that we find the young Hamlet, the son of the late King, a warrior prince and imperial candidate by his own right, puzzling over the grief in his heart. “The time is out of joint,” he remarks; it is only when his father comes to him as a ghost and accuses his uncle of murdering him that Hamlet realizes just how out of joint the time is and “That ever [he] was born to set it right.” Now Hamlet “with wings as swift/As meditation or the thoughts of love” must “sweep” to his revenge. And vengeance will be had.

Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post: